Look at us
Both lost in war
Bruised and wounded
Covered in scars
Shattered butterflies
Hear no lies
Burned bridges
Ask me why
Rest in pieces
Love had died

It’s over now.
I left the place with the poisonous air.
The place I once called home.
But that’s okay.
Because looking back,
There are many things I can smile about.

But that is a fantasy;
A utopia that I wish existed.
Because the reality is,
Whenever I do look back at what I used to have,
I realize that there isn’t something to smile about.
Seeing as the entire life I was living was toxic.
And I was just immune to the toxicity.

The fumes I smelled,
The red flags that were raised,
The sounded alarm,
Were the only thing I ever knew.
I didn’t know what existed just outside the walls I built around me.

So looking back,
At that place I used to linger,
There really isn’t something for me to smile about.
Because what I thought was okay,
Was never normal.

I will not go back there ever again,
Despite the ‘happy’ memories.
For I am no longer immune to toxicity.
And I will no longer inflict sickness upon myself,
From the toxic wasteland I once loved.

Life is not a box of Lego
You cannot persuade someone to build a tower with you
A tower that seems so strong and inferior to the world
A tower that looks like it will last forever
Only to break the tower down
Abandoning the other builder
To clean up the
s
   h
a
     m
b
       l
   e
         s
While you go and build a brick house
With someone else

moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos;
ruler of the skies

through the vents i can hear
lovers spat, lovers squeal.
lovers fight, lovers heal.
through the vents i can hear
broken piece
after piece.
wicked tongue,
twisted hands,
lovers cry, because lovers
always
say
good-bye.